This is the pre-voting part; it’s sensible to do it this way. After all the is the chronological order of the day. I don’t know what atmosphere I’ll find at the polling place; the last election for President, it was terse. People gave civil looks to each other, but that was about it. I anticipate today will be even more strained.

I’ll head over in the lull of mid-morning.

The AFTER part: They were carefully checking ID’s; I hope they are doing that everywhere. People didn’t say anything to each other. Oh, the poll  workers had McDonald’s brought in.

I awoke at 5am, or as it would have been a few days ago, SIX. Because those of us here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse have been opposed to Daylight Savings Time in Indiana, this is a bit . . . well, sort of treasonous to the cause.

However, I am the only one awake; no one knows I am up. Could this be like the tree falling in the forest thing? Perhaps I just need to turn off the light and fake it for another hour or so.

It’s probably because it’s Election Day. Tomorrow morning I may just feel like pulling the covers over my head, but I dearly hope not.